This is a song about "Being over there"

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Instead of her dreams being buried and no one there helping,

Some mascara over here, an implant over there

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

There the kings so they think its over though

So you don't drown, when you decide to follow

And now i walk around without a care

We’re all over here, their all over there,

Like they not gon' stare

Your sandwich over there

You over there, definition of your standard tool

Momma said i should reconsider law school

Overtired, im just over being tired

I hear my niggas screaming fuck the world

Who could be hiding over there? (me!)

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free